Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.